"The rewards are really generous!"

"No, no, no, no!"

"Master Meng, you ......"

"If you don't go, if you don't go, you won't go ”

"I'm begging you, I don't have any other way, you ......"

"Master Kongwen, even if I beg you, don't force me. ”

Kong Wen and Meng Zuo sang and harmonized, pulling the big saw for more than ten minutes.

"So, I'll talk about the prizes for participating in the conference first, and if you still can't say it, then I won't have anything to say. "Master Kongwen is full of confidence.

"Well, you say. ”

Meng Zuo thought to himself, why was this old man so unpersuaded, but because he was an elder, he still had to listen to him politely first.

"This conference is attended by young talents, ranging in age from 10 to 40 years old......",

"I won't say anything at the age of ten, and forty is considered a young man?" Meng Zuo said in surprise.

"After all, it takes time to practice, and if you can practice martial arts before the age of forty, you can be regarded as a good person. "I explained patiently.

"Oh, you go on. Meng Zob made a gesture of please.

"The number of people in the conference is about 300 people, and the preliminary round is generally a dozen rings in a large open space similar to a bazaar, and anyone who wins three consecutive victories in the ring can advance, but as long as they lose, they are eliminated. ”

"Then there is no such thing as undecided?" Meng Zuo asked tentatively.

"No, there is no first, there is no second, the martial arts competition is not like you singing, we win is win, and losing is losing. Kong Wen replied in the affirmative.

"After the promotion, there are fewer than 100 people left who won the first round but injured their muscles and bones and couldn't participate, and there are also those who gave up for some other reason. In these people, there will be a one-to-one comparison. ”

"Then what if there is an equal?" Meng Zuo's head turned quickly, thinking of this question, "After all, it's just a martial arts competition, so you won't fight to the death." ”

"It's not really, and there have been draws before. Kong Wen glanced at Meng Zuo approvingly, "At this time, the promotion situation must be judged according to the specific situation, if both of them are very good, then they will naturally be promoted." ”

Kongwen changed his tone.

"But most of the time, it's both at the same time. ”

"After this round, there are probably only about forty people left, according to the custom. What followed was a big brawl. Kongwen's expression was extremely solemn.

"Smash Bros.?" said Monzo, remembering some MOBA game.

"Yes, then dozens of people will stand in a very big ring, fight to the end, and the remaining ten people will play the final. ”

"I'm going, is it so exciting?" Meng Zuo felt a pain in his brain when he thought of forty young talents with strong martial arts fighting together.

It wasn't a gang of street thugs with bricks and bottles.

It's a real green forest hero and martial arts master!

"That's right, but Master Meng, you don't have to worry, according to my estimate, your martial arts level will definitely be in the top ten. Kongwen swore and swore it.

I believe you're a ghost!

You're a bad old man.

I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten.

Actually......

The words of the master of Kongwen are definitely not unfounded, the so-called monks do not speak, Kongwen can be sure that Meng Zuo's golden bell jar has been practiced to the extreme, but because of the upper limit of martial arts, so he said that Meng Zuo can enter the top ten, otherwise, the top three positions must have the name of Meng Zuo.

Therefore, the top ten are all said leisurely by the master of empty news.

Of course, even if Master Kongwen did tell the truth now, Meng Zuo would not believe it.

Because Meng Zuo has no knowledge of his own strength at all.

He didn't know anything except that he knew that his skin was a little thicker than ordinary people.

How could a person who didn't know how strong he was at all, and who had always thought that he was an ordinary person with a better physique, could agree to participate in the so-called martial arts conference?

Impossible!

Unless the head is caught in the door.

"Master, you've been talking about rewards for so long, and you haven't mentioned anything about rewards. ”

Meng Zuo reminded.

"Oh, look at the poor monk's brain, it's a little confused, hahahaha......" Kong Wen touched his beard and laughed.

Meng Zuo looked at Master Kongwen with disbelief written on his face.

I'm afraid this old man didn't take this opportunity to tell me about the competition system first.

That's it!

"Ahem. Kong Wen cleared his throat, "As long as you enter the second round of the competition, there will be a reward, roughly calculated, as long as you enter the top 100 positions, there will be a reward, but those are some bonuses, and it is only a few thousand yuan, and if you want to come to Meng Shizhu, you will not be eyed." ”

"Master, just call me Xiao Meng, or I'll take my leave. ”

Meng Zuo reminded helplessly for the second time.

"Okay, little Meng. Kong Wen hurriedly changed his words, "Although the reward for the top 100 is very small, it is only a symbolic participation award, but the top 10 is extraordinary." ”

"Oh, what do you say?" Although Meng Zuo didn't really plan to participate in the competition, it didn't hurt to listen to it and be addicted.

"This kind of competition is held every four years, so the scale is actually very large, although there are only about 300 people participating, but the number of people watching is definitely quite a lot. ”

"Yo, isn't that Olympics-level?"

"That's not comparable, but the number of viewers is not comparable to ordinary events. "So the prize money alone is very amazing." ”

Speaking of which, Kongwen even has an index finger.

"10th place, the prize money you get is this number. ”

"Ten thousand?"

Meng Zuo shook his head, thinking that it was nothing more than that.

"One hundred thousand. ”

"That's a lot. Meng Zuo nodded, but a mere 100,000 yuan was not enough to make him excited.

"Four to ten, all 100,000 prizes, 3rd place, 1 million, 2nd place, 2 million, 1st place—"

"Three million!" Meng Zuo said as a matter of course.

"Ten million. Kong Wen smiled evilly.

"Damn!" Meng Zuo almost choked on his own saliva.

"What's the matter, is Xiao Meng's heart moved?" Kong Wen still has the slightest masterly demeanor at this time, just like a criminal who induces others to go astray.

"No, no, no, no. Meng Zuo still shook his head, "My annual income is more than 10 million, so I don't have to die for a mere 10 million." ”

"Don't worry, there's something else. Seeing this, he continued.

"The top three can choose to learn any martial arts of any sect. ”

After saying that, Kong Wen raised his head confidently.

This kind of temptation is much more valuable than 10 million for those who practice martial arts, and this kind of temptation, I'm afraid that Yanagishita Megumi can't stand it.

But seeing Meng Zuo shake his head even more.

"I don't need to. ”

Master Kongwen thinks very well, and normal martial arts practitioners will definitely be tempted by this, but it's a pity...... Meng Zuo, he's not a martial artist!

He is a little star who has just debuted, martial arts or something, can he be eaten?

Even if you could, it would be better to spend another twenty or thirty minutes writing a few songs!

......

Outside, the night is darker.

At the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a big fat man with a fat head and big ears of more than two meters hugged a one-meter-eight, sturdy Chinese character.

Wenzhi and Tomokazu Yamamoto snuggled tightly together.

"Ahh

"Haha...... Yawn!" Wen Zhi replied tremblingly, "Who's to say it's not?"

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